Hey guys, I hope that life is treating you guys well or well enough...
—Luna
Song Request: Shirtsleeves by Ed Sheeran
2747 words
I open my eyes only to be met with darkness. I jump and find that someone's arms are around my waist. I close my eyes, what's going on?
"Love?" Dean's voice reaches my ears. His head is right next to my ears, so close that his breath hits my neck, tickling the sensitive skin there.
"Dean," I whisper and relax into him, letting my body melt into his.
"You okay?" He lays his head on my shoulder.
"I am now."
Dean nods before bringing me closer to him, burying his head into my neck. I close my eyes, embracing the warmness that radiates off of him. I feel a sense of security in his arms, so much that I actually feel safe for once.
I suddenly feel drowsy, like a beehive when they pump it up with smoke. My eyes start drooping as I lay my head back, resting it on his chest. I allow my eyes to close as sleep takes possession of my body, taking me to another world...
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When I open my eyes, again, I find that it's daylight again. I don't want to move from Dean's cozy hold. I look to my side where Dean's head still rests on my shoulder.
He looks so peaceful. His chocolate hair is tasseled and messy, but it only adds to his beauty. His perfect lips are slightly parted in sleep, and the way that he is right now makes him seem younger, like he's not an adopted 17 year old kid that has so much on his shoulders.
I sigh and gently brush the hair off of his forehead. It's so soft, like petting baby kittens. Smiling to myself, I run my hands through his hair. I get so lost thinking about it, that I don't realize that he's awake and watching me.
Blushing, I pull my hand away, "Sorry."
He sakes his head, clearly amused, "It's okay, Love."
"Okay, we have to go to school today. I'm not missing anymore work," I say letting Dean cuddle into me.
"Yeah," Dean whispers against the back of my neck.
"Do I look like a pillow?" I ask after a while.
"Do I look like a pillow?" Dean fires back at me playfully.
I turn around and take his face in between my hands, "Kind of."
I watch as Dean's jaw drops, "And you said that I'm not nice!"
Laughing, I get up from my bed, I'm still in my clothes from yesterday. I walk to my closet, Dean watching me. After going through every single clothing item that I own, I decide on a Led Zeppelin t-shirt.
I don't even know who this guy is, but the shirt used to be Peter's, so last summer I was like 'why not steal this from him.' It somewhat fits, so why not?
When I turn around, I see Dean starring at me, "Would you mind turning around?" I ask, cocking my head sideways.
"Yes I would," Dean replies with a smirk from hell.
"Turn around," I say, my voice stern.
"Alright, alright, no need to go all Jackie Chan on me, I'm turning around," Dean turns around in my bed, laughing his head off.
With that, I turn away as well, pulling my Paris shirt off and shouldering my Led Zeppelin one on. I then proceeded to pull my capris off. Wait, I'm not pulling my underwear off with him right there.
I got my drawer, grabbing a pair of underwear and running to the bathroom. No way, never gonna happen, ever! After getting dressed, in the bathroom, I brush my hair and weave it into a braid.
When I walk out of the bathroom, Peter's standing there. "That's my shirt," he says pointing to the Led Zeppelin one that I'm wearing.
"Yeah?" I ask, cocking my right eyebrow.
"When did you steal that one?" Peter asks, totally confused.
"Last summer," I shrug, not my fault he doesn't miss his clothes.
"LAST SUMMER!"Peter exclaims.
"Yeah?" I ask walking past him
"Stop stealing my clothes!" Peter says, following me.
"Never in your wildest dreams," I reply, playfully poking Peter's chest.
He sighs and walks away. I smile victoriously and walk back to my room to find Dean laying on my bed with his head hanging off, upside down.
I scrunch my eyes brows together at him, "What are you doing?"
He shrugs, "I'm bored, so I'm seeing how long I can stay like this 'til I pass out."
"No, you are not doing that," I walk over to him, and extend my hand for him to take.
He sighs and takes it, "Fine."
We both grab our bags and hurry out of the door to head to school. I turn to the right so that I can start my walk to school when Dean calls from behind, "You forgetting something?"
I turn around to see him sitting on his motorcycle. Right... I walk back to him and climb on behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso tightly and burying my head into his back, squeezing my eyes shut tight.
"Calm down, Love, she won't hurt you," Dean says, feeling my fear. "Open you eyes and look at me."
I slowly open my eyes and realize that Dean is twisted so that he can see me. I look into his mesmerizing emerald eyes.
"I promise that I won't let her get jealous or anything, she'll have to get used to you, but don't worry, you'll warm up to each other soon enough," Dean says with a small smirk painted across his face.
I playfully hit him, "Leave me alone."
"Hey, but I'm serious. Trust me okay?" He says, his eyes catching mine one last time. I nod and he turns back around.
The bike beneath us roars to life, and I wrap my arms around Dean, but not as tight as earlier.
"Ready?" Dean asks over the loud engine.
"Yeah!" I say, my voice raised just enough for him to hears me.
He nods as the bike speeds off towards the school. I lay my head against Deans jacket, I do trust Dean. Maybe more than I do Peter...I mean, I told him my story, no one knows knows my story but him and me now. I wonder if I'm the only one that knows his story...
The school comes into view, yup no one's here yet. Hopefully the doors are opened, it's a pretty chilly morning, and I didn't bring a jacket. Dean parks in one of the front parking spots and climbs off. I climb off too, grabbing onto his arms for help,
Dang, it really is cold now, I think as a shiver finds its way through my body. "Here, Love," Dean says shouldering his leather jacket off.
"No, you'll be cold," I say, gently pushing it against his chest.
"I'll be fine, I don't want you getting a cold," Dean says wrapping the warm material around me. I sigh, giving in and push my arms through the arm holes. I breath in the scent and close my eyes.
A low laughs comes from Dean, "Enjoying yourself?"
"It's not my fault that you and your jacket smells good," I whisper, but he heard me. His smile spreads wide.
Awe! He likes that you like his smell!
No he doesn't, he probably thinks that I'm a weirdo!
No, he totally likes you...just like you like him!
No, he doesn't! And I don't.
Yes
No
Yes
Shut up!
I grab Deans wrist and pull him away from his bike and towards the doors of the school to see if they're unlocked. They are, but I'm not giving him his jacket back.
We walk through the dark halls of the school to find out classroom. This isn't scary...Nope, not one bit. I take a step to my right, bumping into Dean. This is better, nothing can get me if Dean is here...
"You okay?" Dean asks, one of his hands finding mine.
I nod, "Y-yeah."
We find the classroom and sit down next to each other outside. I lean into Dean and rest my head on his shoulder.
"You're not gonna give me my jacket back are you?" Dean asks, wrapping his arms around me.
I shake my head, "No, but I'll give it to you after school."
"No, it looks better on you anyway," Dean whispers more to himself.
I blush at his comment and shrink into his jacket. Dean's chest vibrates behind me with his soft laughter. We sit like this until the teacher gets here. And the day begins...
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"I swear I'm gonna kill myself before this damn semester ends!" Dean exclaims dramatically, sitting down beside me in the cafeteria.
"Oh no, what happened?" I ask with a smile.
"So my fifth period teacher is the worst, she made us write like five pages today," Dean groans and lays his head on the table.
I smile and rub the back of his neck, "It's okay you'll live."
"Easy for you! You're good at writing," Dean exclaims.
"How do you know that?" I ask, my eyebrows scrunching together.
"She used one of your stories as an example. You're like, really good," Dean replies, looking at me.
"I'm really not that good, Dean," I say resting my hand on his shoulder.
Dean eats his food while I write in my journal. I feel his eyes on me, but I don't want to acknowledge it.
Dean gets up to throw his trash away and comes back to sit, this time closer and he's reading over my shoulder. Reading my writing. I stop immediately, "Dean, please stop..." My voice trails off. This stuff is personal, I don't want him to read this stuff.
"Alright," Dean replies, backing away a little bit, but he's still close enough that his knee brushes mine. I smile a little and press me knee into his gently, Dean does the same. We stay like that until the bell rings.
We split ways after hugging. Alright, athletics here I come.
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"Here's you're jacket," I say walking up behind Dean, scaring the crap out of him.
"Jesus, don't do that," Dean sighs turning around.
"No promises," I smile, shoving the jacket to his chest.
"Now I told you to keep this," Dean says handing it back to me.
"I know, but I feel bad taking this from you, it'll take away from your "bad boy" vibe," I say handing it back to him.
"I have another one, so just keep it," Dean smiles.
I frown, "Fine, and thank you."
"No problem, Love," Dean says hugging me, "Oh, do you have a phone?"
I nod, "Yeah, but I don't really use it."
"K, can I see it?" Dean asks, pulling his own from his blue jean pocket.
"Sure," I take mine out of my backpack and hand it to him.
He types something into my phone, and then he types something into his phone. "Here, now you have my phone number. I have conditions for you to follow too, because I want to make sure that you're okay, alright?"
When I nod, he continues, "Okay, so before you go to bed, you call me, and if you wake up from a nightmare, you call me. Then when you wake up in the morning, you call me. Don't think about the fact that I may be asleep, just call me, 'cause I want to make sure that you're okay."
I think about what he says, he actually care about me... I nod and wrap my arms around his torso, hugging him.
"Thank you," I whisper into his chest.
"For what?" He asks, confusion laced in his voice.
"For caring," I says hugging him tighter.
He hugs me back before pulling away, "Come on, I'll drop you off at your house. I follow him to his bike and climb on after him. I'm more relaxed with the whole thing after what Dean said this morning, and I think that he can tell.
After we arrive at my house, we say our goodbyes and I walk inside my house. Not even five minutes after I get to my room, Peter's in here harassing me with questions about Dean.
"Just leave me alone, Pete! He's not a bad guy, so just stop!" I yell after getting asked a million questions about him.
"How do you know that he's not a bad guy?" Peter yells at me.
"If he was a bad guy, then he would have hit you back after you hit him yesterday," I say looking at my brother.
He sighs, looking down, "What happened yesterday? After that happened, you flipped out. How come Dean seemed to be the only one that knew what was going on with you?"
I shake my head, "I-I, no I can't-that's b-between me and Dean." I stutter, he can't push me to tell him.
"What's between you and Dean?" Peter starts, "I'm you're brother, yet you trust that new kid that's not even from this country!" Peter yells at me.
I feel tears start to pool in my eyes. Peter's stone cold gray eyes meet my breaking hazel ones, "I want to know why."
I shake my head, "No, you c-can't make me tell you. Why I told him, is between us and absolutely none of your business!" I yell back as a tear slides down my cheek.
I grab my phone, my earbuds, and my iPod before running past Peter and out of the house. I run to the town park, past all of the children playing, and to the willow tree that looks over the children, like a knight watching over his kingdom.
After I calm down, I grab my phone and go through my contacts, finding Dean's number. I call him and he answers on the second ring, "Nicole?"
"C-can you come and pick me up at the town park please?" I ask, my voice breaking.
"Y-yeah, of course. Be there in a few," Dean says before hanging up. I get up from my sitting position at the trunk of the willow and walk to the swings.
All of the kids are now gone, for it's getting dark. I sit there, gently swinging until I hear Dean's bike reach the park. I don't make a move to leave, I feel like if I leave the park, that everything will mess up.
"Love?" Dean walks up to me. I stop swinging and look up at him. "What happened?"
"Peter kept asking questions a-about you, I tried my best to dodge all of them, but th-then he started criticizing you, a-and I left," I say, my tears starting again.
"Shh, let's get you home, yeah?" Dean says wrapping his arms around my shoulder.
"I-I don't want to go to my place," I whisper.
"Let's go to mine then," Dean says. I nod, but make no effort to move.
Dean picks me up bridal style and walks me to his bike. He sets me down and I climb on before he does the same. After he starts the vehicle, I wrap my arms around his torso and bury my head into his back.
The town is a blur as we speed through it, and I'm almost asleep by the time that Dean pulls his bike into a driveway. We both get off of his bike and I follow him into the small house.
Dean leads me through the house and up some stairs. It looks nice, modern and clean. I watch as Dean pushes a door open. The room's walls are painted a dark gray color while the appliances that occupy the room are all painted white. The room looks so plain. My eyes move to the bed, navy blue sheets cover the queen mattress, looks comfy.
I take my shoes off and just climb in the bed, Dean lets out a low laugh before taking off his shoes and climbing in with me. His arms wrap around me as he presses a kiss to my forehead.
"Goodnight," I whisper, cuddling into him.
Dean wipes the remaining tears off of my cheeks and whispers back, "Goodnight, Love."
I fall asleep with thoughts of Dean, and for the first time in years, I don't wake up due to a nightmare.
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Road Trip With The Bad Boy
Novela Juvenil"What are you scared of, Dean?" I ask, looking backwards at the guy sitting in my bed. He shrugs, looking back at me, "I don't know, nothing that I can think of." I sit up and face him, "Come on, everyone's scared of something." I pause before conti...
